## Chapter 76 – My Own Collection (3)
The bell rang. My chest was already throbbing because of Yoo-jung’s breasts, which were several times larger than mine and pressing down hard, but it seemed I had no choice but to end my embrace with her here.
“Release me!”
Perhaps the bell had revived her instincts as a teacher, Yoo-jung pushed me away forcefully.
She was the one who grabbed me and wouldn’t let go, and now she’s acting up. Just a moment ago, she was holding my butt with both hands, caressing it, and then slowly reaching towards my dick.
One might expect me to feel disgusted by Yoo-jung’s sudden change, but I didn’t particularly. This lady, who was well past the age of the girl in front of me, looked cuter than any fresh young girl. Am I crazy? Am I getting attached?
No, that wasn’t it. Even if I was getting attached, it was more like the affection one feels for a pet. Even considering my age before the regression, these weren’t the kind of thoughts one would have about an older woman, but Yoo-jung was, after all, an object within my collection.
She wasn’t completely caught yet, but she would be soon, so it was fair to say she was mine. So, indulging her a little wouldn’t be a big deal.
“Ugh!”
Yoo-jung exclaimed in surprise at my sudden kiss. I began to lick Yoo-jung’s entire face with my tongue, which had been teasing the inside of her mouth.
Yoo-jung couldn’t resist. Her two fists were clenched tight, trembling with what might have been excitement or anger, and she brought them to the front of her skirt, sticking her tongue out of her lips for reasons that might have been instinct or habit, drooling.
I wanted to make Yoo-jung kneel down and put my dick on that tongue right away, but this wasn’t the time. So, I grabbed Yoo-jung’s tongue with my fingers as if picking up an object with heated tongs, made eye contact with her, and said firmly, as if giving an order. No, I commanded.
“Keep your lunch break free.”
“Ebb… I haff a lunch appoindment widh… my colleagues…”
I slipped my hand under Yoo-jung’s skirt. The physical characteristic of this mother and daughter was that their flesh overflowed where it should be. So, not only were her breasts and buttocks ample, but her pussy lips were also thick and substantial, gripped nicely in my fingers.
“You don’t like it?”
I pushed the fingers holding Yoo-jung’s tongue into her mouth. Without being told, Yoo-jung sucked on my finger very boldly, even though I was standing in front of the principal’s office door, and the voices of female students and teachers chatting and laughing sweetly in small groups could be faintly heard from the hallway.
Yoo-jung’s eyes, filled with hearts, radiated a gaze that wished the finger in her mouth was not a finger but a dick.
Suck, slurp, slurp.
The fingers gripping Yoo-jung’s pussy lips like clothespins were soon wet. My head, bowed down, also swelled greatly inside my pants.
I glanced at Yoo-jung. If I gave the order, she would take off her clothes again right now, squat down, and suck my dick in a doggy position with her hands forward. I wish Yoo-jung’s daughter, Yoo-jin, would be just as obedient. This morning, she was impudent and didn’t even give me a morning blowjob, just left.
“Stop.”
“…Bleegh, eh?”
“Yoo-jung, stop, take your tongue off.”
“What?”
Yoo-jung asked back with a face covered in saliva. I lightly slapped Yoo-jung’s butt with the palm of my hand, but with enough force to convey a definite pain, then left the frozen Yoo-jung alone and brought some tissues from the room. Then, I wiped Yoo-jung’s saliva-covered face.
“Tsk, tsk. Do you like it that much?”
“N-No, it’s not like I’m doing it because I like it! It’s because you threatened me, right?!”
“Okay, okay, I’ll give you some dick. So, keep your lunch break free.”
“Don’t talk as if I’m wishing for this!”
I ran the finger that had been holding Yoo-jung’s pussy lips over her clit.
“Hick! Hit! Hit! Hiiiiit….”
As expected of a cheap pussy, the reaction is good. The kiss and foreplay I did earlier seem to have helped a lot. She said that for an ajumma, the foreplay she likes the most and reacts well to isn’t pussy kissing, but just romantic kissing.
Hmm, I should write that down later when I’m writing down my collection.
Preferred foreplay: Sweet and gentle kisses like you’d give your girlfriend (Ajumma, you crazy bitch, lol)
Something like that.
“Yoo-jung, stand up straight.”
I commanded Yoo-jung, who was trembling and grabbing my wrist inside her skirt with both hands, pressing down, even though I had only made her do it once.
It’s not at all the attitude one would have towards an older woman, especially a woman from the upper class of society whom everyone respects and looks up to. It’s the kind of tone and gesture one would use when training Poby (bought from the traditional market for 30,000 won) in the room.
But Yoo-jung, a bitch even less than a dog, obeyed me.
“Good girl.”
I immediately stroked Yoo-jung’s head to reward her for obeying the command. Stroking her head alone wouldn’t be enough as a reward, so I gently stroked her pubic hair as well. Even though there was some hair, it was thin and light in color, so it wasn’t unpleasant to look at. Rather, the fact that she had some, unlike her smooth daughter, gave her a more mature flavor, making her even more attractive.
‘Still, should I shave it later and do some humiliation play?’
Yoo-jung wasn’t as extreme as Yoo-jin, but she seemed to get bizarrely excited by humiliation play, so it would be effective. But not now.
I pulled away Yoo-jung, who, without me even ordering her to, was excessively fond of humans like a country dog and clung to my pants. She didn’t like that, and the ajumma resisted with quite a bit of strength.
“Stop! Yoo-jung, stand up straight!”
“What… what’s with your tone? Have you forgotten who I am and where this is? Stop it, there’s a limit to threatening and ordering me around.”
“Yoo-jung, lick my finger dirtied with your pussy juice.”
“…You son of a bitch.”
But Yoo-jung licked my finger again.
“Yoo-jung, wait until lunchtime!”
“So… slurp, heh, slurp… you’re warning me, right? Of course, we have a contract… slurp slurp… this is a school… and I am-“
“My personal bitch, Yoo-jung.”
“Yes, I’m a bitch… No! I’m not, I’m the principal, right? Someone you, as a student, should treat with respect… smack, smack, smack, smack.”
My finger had long been clean. Then it became dirty again with Yoo-jung’s saliva.
“Stop.”
I wiped the hand dirtied with Yoo-jung’s saliva on Yoo-jung’s blouse.
“Ugh!”
Why does she hate it now when it’s all her saliva, this bitch?
After carefully wiping my hand, I also touched the nipples that were already standing up with my fingers. Then Yoo-jung’s nipples stood up even more.
Then the bell rang again. The homeroom teacher wouldn’t come into the classroom right away, so it wasn’t too late yet, but it would be soon.
But even though I’m not the only one who’s late, Yoo-jung, who was just trying to assert her pride as the principal, not a bitch, knelt down in front of me of her own accord and even showed off her coquetry by lowering my pants zipper with her teeth without using her hands.
Perhaps she came to her senses when her lust-crazed mind met my gaze, and Yoo-jung, who was only looking at her kneeling thighs, muttered in a small voice.
“If I don’t take care of it here anyway… you’re going to go to my precious daughter… and do dirty things, right? Like yesterday… leaving me, the ajumma, out… and just playing among yourselves.”
I was about to laugh at Yoo-jung for pretending to be a ‘mother’ now when she’s just horny and thinking about sucking my dick, but I soon changed my mind. Yoo-jung’s words were sincere.
The fact that she couldn’t avoid being raped by me, so she might as well enjoy it, was also true, but the fact that she was offering her body to me to prevent my hand, no, my dick, from reaching out to her daughter was an even deeper sincerity of Yoo-jung’s.
So, I stopped raping Yoo-jung with my dick that I had taken out of my pants. Even though an S-class bitch was kneeling in front of me, waiting to suck my dick, I endured with superhuman patience.
Whether I was late or not was already a trivial reason. The more decisive reason was that I had thoroughly read the principal’s collection last night, and I also agreed with the principal’s idea that the most important thing in handling bitches was this.
That is, what should be prioritized for a bitch is not the bitch’s own lust, but the master’s command. But Yoo-jung, the bitch who was looking at my dick with greatly dilated eyes and dripping saliva, was prioritizing her own pussy over my command.
To put it briefly, the degree of submission and loyalty should always be higher than the degree of lust. If the goal is to have fun having sex, it’s good to fuck a bitch with a high degree of lust, but if you are a [Master] who should be offering women and various treasures to Hwan and earning [Contribution] in return, the most important thing to pay attention to is not the bitch’s lust, but the bitch’s heart that obeys me.
“Hee, hee.”
“Wait.”
Yoo-jung stopped biting my dick. But it’s meaningless. It wasn’t because she listened to my command and stopped, but because she endured with her pride as the principal.
“Wait.”
“You’re going to do it anyway, right! Then rape me quickly, this body! Come on!”
“Be quiet. Wait.”
I rubbed my dick, which I had taken out, under Yoo-jung’s nose. Yoo-jung pushed her hand into her skirt and rubbed her pussy.
“Wait, don’t suck it!
I slapped Yoo-jung’s face with my dick and commanded strongly. Yoo-jung’s butt trembled wildly. If Yoo-jung had a tail, it would probably be spinning as fast as a helicopter propeller right now.
“Uh-huh, I told you not to suck it! Wait! Wait, Yoo-jung! Stop!
I strongly commanded the bitch again.
Let’s do a simple test to see how much this arrogant bitch, who still thinks she’s a superior elite woman in society, is submitting to me.
But this bitch, she doesn’t listen to my commands at all. She’s crazy about wanting to suck my dick. Now she’s even unbuttoning her blouse and using her tremendous weapons to squeeze my dick.
